Bb 				     Cm	 
Talking to death, crying on the telephone 
			      D# 
The nights when he drinks at home 
    F                          Bb    Cm  F 
She has to whisper through her tears 

Bb                                               Cm 
Johnny, she says, could never do those things to me 
                           D# 
But I could never make her see 
F 			    G 
She’s wasted such precious years 
         Cm                           F          Bb 
Well you married the wrong guy that’s all I ever say 

Bridge: 
Bb             G 
He’s a no good so and so 
Cm                                      F                   D#         
But she’ll never let him go, though she knows it will never work 


[Refrão]
              Bb    D#            Bb 
She loves the jerk, she loves the jerk   

He was the guy always out on the make 
I guess he has what it takes 
To turn the head of pretty girls 

She thought he might change, the worst of us can settle down 
But he couldn’t stay out of town 
Not even for this precious girl 
So she lives with the lies and the bumps and the bruises 

Bridge + Chorus 

D#            F              D                Gm 
I hung up the phone and I pretend she’s in my arms 
D#              F                 Gm              F               G 
What I wouldn’t give for just one bit of what she gives Mr. Johnny 

Bridge + Chorus (up 1 measure)  




by: José Duarte 
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